I want to believe that I inherited too ways of feeling joy, ways of finding pleasure, ways of being with other queers in raucous and wild ways.
Who are we if not kin through our deviations? Street hustler and femme queen, macho and maricóncito, variations on a chulo aesthetic.
The object of my desire is rarely men like my father, uncle, or the other men in my neighborhood. Cousin Pedro is an exception.